The Grand Canyon

A canvass, deep, has been composed between red's blend with purple hues Cruel paths of glaciers, mighty swords deeply carved a threshold grand Each turn of compass, leaves a brand, forever leaves a breathless word Green rivers whipped to whitened froth have nourished pines upon the ridge It carved a place exempt from time, and justifies a Godly mind Keeping watch ore' a western floor loom monoliths on a timeless shore Morning suns of shimmering wines Nightly stars and moonlight shines Ours to cherish and explore, Past and future, native lore Question not the splendid wonder Rejoice with eyes, behold and conquer saturate the trails down under That if one stands within this glory, and understands the folklore stories, voices freeze with questions asked, while sunlight peaks, where ancients gasped! Xanadu in fact, exclaimed You came, you saw, a crevice famed Zenith, is Grand, and a canyon is named __________________________________________ 8/29/14 For Contest Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton